oh my outline
you are so fine
we’d drink wine
in Palestine
If you were mine
-and human
you’re intricate
and so fit
packed with detailed bits
you’d buy me an orchestra pit
-if you were human
bullet points in excess
indentations caress
subheadings press
-and pleasure my organizational skills
Drag and drop
Highlight and crop
Bold letters pop
5 pages, don’t stop
-you bend to my wordy academic will
lines flow so easily
where would I be
without your clarity?
some place like Germany
-Berlin, late April 1945. Getting my ass handed to me in a concrete bunker by Katukov's Tank Army
-that would suck
but you prevent my despise
as you italicize
contextualize
all facts, no lies
i look into your eyes
-and I see myself
when will it end?
it may never, my friend
i’ve got 12 more books to comprehend
and more notes to unbend
you may extend
-into the endless white unknown of Microsoft word
-i plunge back into your textual arms